Sorry Jonathan, but making a poor joke and bad behaviour are entirely different matters. They are different things.

I can accept that I made a joke in poor taste. If it upsets you (or anyone else) I will delete it. But it didn't bother you yesterday (indeed you supplied a link with rather more in the way of single entendres).

But I would never knowingly behave badly or condone that sort of behaviour in anyone else. Someone 'taking a strip' out of anyone (even someone whose views you might not agree with) is wrong. That is surely an absolute standard?

And is the Bozo funny, as you seem to think, or out to humiliate? What if you had been the target? How would you feel?

I've said what I think basically â€” which comes down to who makes the rules and decides what is bad behaviour and/or tasteless jokes. It may seem simple to you but it's not to me. As always, the issue is the old one of control as addressed over the centuries by the Scots with regards to the government of the land by the English â€” and more recently, in the art and music world, by people such as William Burroughs and Genesis P-Orridge.

Here's a quote I like from P-Orridge:

We need to search for methods to break the preconceptions, modes of unthinking acceptance and expectations that make us, within our constructed behaviour patterns, so vulnerable to Control. [Our aim is to set off] psychic detonations that negate Control.

I also like this quote from Mark Stewart, although perhaps its relevance is not so immediately apparent:

I find dub's destruction of a structure a political as well as a musical statement. If you are trying to question things lyrically, you should also question musical orthodoxy.

Charlie has made it pretty clear that he likes a minimum of rules. He's probably also keen on a minimum of centipedes and millipedes, whether they're vegetarian or not. They tend to gum up the hard drives.

He's a sock puppet dressed up as a woman. Not that there's anything wrong with dressing up as a woman, of course â€” especially if you are a woman, but in these liberated times, even more especially so if you're not a woman. Even if you are a lot more woman, a womaner, there's nothing wrong with it.

I can see the pileated again having a go at an old piece of dead, very dead, quite rotten in fact, wood, definitely a lot more deader than most wood 'cos it's lying on the ground, near where the deer were an hour or so ago. Which may explain why I'm confused as to which picture was Dennis Healey as a child and which photo was a woman. Or may it won't explain that and I should just go outside for a while and see if I can find any nice bugs to eat.

Oh, he just flew over to a young Douglas fir, won't find many bugs in that â€” so, now he's down to rooting around amongst some salmonberry and another couple of dead, very dead, logs lying around there amongst the salmonberry, just in front of the woodshed, which I mentioned earlier when the deer disappeared behind it.

And, now, yes! I can see there's a rabbit down there as well. This is not the headless rabbit of several weeks ago. This one is live, very live, eating, hopping around, now in front of the Douglas fir in my last posting. Oh, he's a well camouflaged rabbit or he moved very fast 'cos I can't see him any longer. Definitely an alive rabbit, I think I can say that with certainty. Yes, I'm seeing him again now. He's heading east towards the compost pile. Very, very alive. But again he's out of sight, which all goes to show what? Just about absolutely nothing I'd guess if we were to be brutally honest about it.